As it is fairly slow on Mondays, I try and be exceptionally nice to the people who stop in. So when someone came in and said he'd never bought a comic before but that he wanted something that was going to sweep him into the beauty of silence, I spent a great deal of time trying to figure out precisely how the hell I was going to translate that into a recommendation.
After some discussion of Miyazaki and anime, I recommended Akira and some Tezuka books.
Dude: "How much is this book?"
Dude: "And this one?"
I resist the urge to start flipping the books over and pointing to the prices which are on the back of every fucken book that he's picked up.
Dude: "Why aren't they the same price?"
Me: "They just aren't. Not all books are the same price."
Dude: "Who decides what the prices are?"
Me: "Publishers. Book distributors. Marketing experts. Basically, everyone but the artist, writer, and people working in the stores that carry them." HINT.
Dude: "How much would you price this at?"
Me: "Oh, that book is priceless. How can you attach a monetary value to a work of art?"
Dude: "Ok, but it you had to...."
Dude: "I'll take it."